NANCY
Across my uncharted way
Your loveliness comes
And rends the tragic melancholy
That had ensnared my soul.
We knew of man and woman
And our humanity,
Of our moment of human joining,
A time of human caring and feeling
Given by life to enrich our Spirits
And make them flower.
Fragile human words
These are the seeds you and I sow,
A plowing of the field,
A giving of love to make love grow.